Art…with an ounce of pretension

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Goddamn it has been super cold all day! I had such lofty goals to go out a take photographs of the world today. I feel like the minute details living on my desk have been captured to death. I was going to wander the streets for new inspiration and hopefully some cool “snaps” and then I got up. I know we have all been waiting with baited breath for winter to come so that the polar ice caps will freeze again, but really…

So the best I could do on a day like today was take a picture of the window. It was going quite well in fact, until our three cute cats started being curious about the camera and just insisted that I take photos of them. People think we are crazy for having three black cats but

1. None of them are completely black
2. We are pretty sure that the line between cat lovers and crazy cat people is between 3 and 4
3. One day we will cross that line and get three white ones

This is Hoohoo. She has a white hoohoo. We think she was the runt because she can’t really purr or meow, she kinda just chirps once in a while. Isn’t she cute?

So one of the things I have decided is an important thing for me to do is to start going to more gallery openings. As an artist, I find this really difficult. I can do the whole moody, brooding thing. I am sensitive to the emotions of the people around me and how they feel affects my moods. I can definitely dress in black from head to toe for days on end without repeating an outfit. What I cannot do is shmooze at these opening thingys. As it turns out, shockingly, I am quite shy.

So, a new gallery in our neighbourhood was having its inaugural opening tonight. I can’t even blame laziness for not going, that is how close it is. So we bundled up and braved the freezing weather and set out for this opening. I swear we lasted about five minutes in total. The chichi haircuts, glasses of red wine, people standing in front of the art talking about their cars. The overpriced art! We did a complete circle, grabbed a cube of cheese and left. In that five minutes, I saw photos that did nothing for me, a few paintings that I really liked and appreciated a nice small-sized space that could put on some nice shows…and I didn’t even have to put on make-up. Maybe next time, I will last ten whole minutes before I run screaming out the door…